My precious one
Tiny hands, little buds
Obsidian hair, soft and fragile
Innocent eyes, exploring the world
Yet to be tainted by sorrows and deception
What will you look like as you grow stronger?
Who will you become as the days grow longer?
How will you act when I'm not around?
My beautiful flower?
I am not perfect, have never claimed to be
So I will become a living tree, and cradle you in my arms
A safe haven, my beautiful flower, to protect you from harm
For until that day you are ready to bloom
I will be there always and forever, loving you.